So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged

[beastlybeauty]

Who: Justine and YOU
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.

[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]

The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.

Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.

Comments

[futilecycle]

Sigma isn't entirely convinced, and the wink does not help matters. He fidgets in his seat for a little while like a worm on a hook before answering her.

"...One."

Next question, please.

[beastlybeauty]

"One. Very well." She writes down his answer. "And do you take any medications? Any major diseases, injuries, or operations in the past?"

He's embarrassed by his sexual history. Some people are, but him in particular. Usually, people are ready to tell her most of what she wants without much trouble in a medical setting.

That could potentially be useful. She'd need to go over footage of the Games again and see who he sleeps with.

[futilecycle]

As thankful as he was to have moved on, Sigma wasn't entirely certain where to start. "Ah... No medications presently, but before I arrived here, I was recovering from a viral infection. I had taken an antitoxin. It seems I made a full recovery and it has not bothered me since." It would have been immediately obvious, both to himself and others, if he was still infected. He knows she is bound to ask, but he does not disclose the virus' name. "It was a virus unique to my world. Allow me to leave it at that." It had also caused a mass extinction, and Sigma was reluctant to bring it up in the presence of a Capitol citizen.

He catches himself rubbing his wrist. "As for my arms and eye, I lost them when I was a young man. You could say it was the result of a 'Game' not unlike our own. They were replaced with cybernetics soon after."

He thinks for a moment before shrugging. "...Right. I was treated for a stab wound a couple of months ago. I also caught a case of influenza about a year ago, and when I took it into the Arena, I died." Let's forget both of those at once.